Tree to Stump

Earth beneath our feetsky above our headeverything that lies betweenleft in our hands is dead.Tree to stump andstone to sand andskies that cryon barren land.Wood to ash andstone to dust andseas that pleaon broken trust.Storms are a formof retaliationand ice is the priceof repeat generations.Age of man is soon to fallinto an age of ice againwith crumbling of towers tallwhat will we all matter then?Cold will be the heart of earthuntil she settles down at lastand takes her time to warm againforgiving a forgotten past.Dirt beneath our toesclouds above our eyeseveryone that lives betweenleft in her hands will die.